Rib Flower [Ability]

This is a reflexive habit.

From the beginning of restless adolescence, living with his secret love with secret feelings, he gradually became sensitive, rebellious and shy, like a glass that was about to crack at the touch of a touch, but Sayero didn't seem to realize that He had grown up by then, and treated him like a child, often doing things that in his opinion almost invaded his privacy—such as giving him a sex education class if he had nothing to do, or talking to him about physical hygiene Knowledge.It was so embarrassing that he wanted to cry.

Since then, he often felt intense shame in front of Sayero, but the more ashamed he became, the more excited he became, and the more excited he became, the more ashamed he became... It seemed to be a disease that formed a vicious circle.

For this reason, he once went to see a doctor in pain and tried to alienate Sayero, but to no avail.

As he got older, Sayero's control over him became more and more meticulous, until "that incident" happened, and his illness became even more hopelessly worse.

The scene of Sayero teaching him to shoot a pistol flashed in his mind. Helo bent down, covered his face, and peeked at the glass hatch through his fingers.

The posture of the figure inside was the same as before he fell asleep, he was still lying there quietly, the sound of breathing was like the tide of the ocean, without the slightest tendency to turbulent.

Helo couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, a little glad that Sayero didn't wake up when he fell asleep.

He walked lightly to the bathroom and closed the door, pointed the mist washer at his forehead, and gestured to the mirror to shoot, "Boom."

The cold mist rushed into his neck, causing him to shudder, and the boiling blood immediately cooled down. At this moment, the headlight of the mirror suddenly flickered.His peripheral vision swept across the mirror, and a chill more piercing than mist suddenly hit his body, freezing him into an ice sculpture.

There was a looming figure in the mirror... right behind him.

In an instant, the entire narrow space was pitch black.

He stood there stiffly, hearing the kind of movement that he had heard not long ago, approaching from far to near.

A sticky, snake-like touch touched his ankle, and he wanted to run away and call for help, but his blood froze into ice, making him unable to move, and even his nerves seemed to stop functioning.

Something was clinging up little by little, and the wet object grazed his earlobe, just like the night before, like thin and soft lips moving against the skin.

"Drip-drip-"

The alarm sound of too much aerosol leakage seemed to explode his stiff nerves. He grabbed the aerosol and swung it back, the loud bang of metal collision shook his ears.There was nothing behind it, except for the air, and the bulkhead that he almost smashed into a hole.

It was... hell.If it wasn't for the antibiotic, what did he have?

Or hallucinations from lack of sleep?

The creepy feeling drilled into every pore, Helo took out the mouthwash and sprayed it into his mouth, took a mouthful of choking mint foam, turned around and closed the door tightly.

Absolutely not, what health problems arise at this time.

He rubbed his forehead, but his feet suddenly froze on the ground.

In the glass cabin, Sayero sat up at some point.

He Luo tried to calm down and walked over with light steps, his heart beating wildly like a rabbit.

The man's long blond hair was draped over his back, and he sat there quietly, motionless, as if he hadn't noticed his approach at all. Under the light of the indicator light, his extremely handsome profile glowed with a temperatureless luster, as if a statue just came from Statues of Egyptian pharaohs unearthed from thousand-year-old tombs.

He bent down, hesitated for a moment, and tapped the glass lightly.

The sound made Sayero's body tremble like an instruction.

He turned his head slowly, his eyes flickering with a strange light.

But when Hero took a closer look, his eyes returned to normal, except that the pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints, and the ciliary ring in the lens seemed to be flowing.

Like mercury in a glass sphere.

He shivered as if hit by an invisible electric current.

Facing this person who had been thinking about him day and night, he unexpectedly felt a trace of fear for no reason.If it was someone else, he would probably draw his gun and aim at the other person's head immediately.

But the opponent is Sayero.

"Sayero? Can you hear me?"

He moved closer to the glass and lowered his voice very low, lest he disturb the other party.

Mottled bangs covered half of the man's face. Under the shadow, his bloodless thin lips moved, but no sound came out.

But he read a vague message through his lips.

It seemed to be - "Stay away from me".

But... how is it possible?

He denied this judgment, pressed the button to open the glass cabin, restrained the urge to embrace the man immediately, knelt down on his knees, and looked up at Sayero like he was a child.

"Sayaro, were you talking to me just now?" He twitched the other party's fingers, like doing rehabilitation for a vegetative person, hoping to activate the other party's senses that may still be in a state of suspended animation due to dormancy.

The man's eyelids trembled slightly, and he still stared at him silently.

Helo suddenly felt that what he was facing was not Sayero, but an artificial human copied according to his appearance, and it was not intelligent, but just an unconscious machine.

He shook his head, throwing away this absurd and uncomfortable illusion, firmly grasping Sayero's unfocused gaze, and mustered up the courage to put his hand on the back of the other's hand.

It's okay, just electrocute me - he said to himself, startled by the touch under his palm.

Sayero's skin was cold and smooth, without the body temperature of a living person, but like a cold-blooded animal.Then he touched the protruding blood vessels on the opponent's wrist, but felt the opponent's pulse was beating extremely fast, he could almost imagine the speed of the blood flowing inside, like a torrent.

The next moment, Sayero made a movement that surprised him.

He seemed to be trying his best to endure the irritable emotions, curled up his palms, and his joints creaked.

"Don't be nervous, it's me, I'm Helo, do you recognize me?" He held the other's wrists.

The frequency of the pulse beating so fast that he almost felt that the other party would suddenly stand up, push himself to the ground and beat him.

But he wanted to take the risk.

He stood up and put his arms around Sayero's thin waist, and put his head close to his chest, hoping that the other person would relax and give me a hug, but immediately, he realized that it was just a dream.

In the next second, a terrifying, almost mechanical force threw him away, knocking him down on the table in the medical cabin.And Sayero stumbled to his feet, rushing towards the door of the isolation area like a sick animal out of its cage.

"Sayero!"

Ignoring the back that was about to fall apart, he grabbed the injection catheter on the medical cabin, chased after him and hugged the opponent's body, pressed the green button, and pushed the tranquilizer in.

The body in his arms relaxed instantly, he staggered and helped the man who was much taller than him back to the stage, clasped the man's limbs with a restraint belt, and sat on him to restrain his struggling body.

The faces of the two brothers who had been reunited for a long time were extremely close, and their breaths were intertwined.

Sayero's breath was extremely heavy, and the veins crawled from his neck to his cheeks. For a moment, Herlo had the illusion that he was being violated.

What's worse, he was still faintly excited about it.

The rise in blood pressure made him dizzy, and his desire to conquer swelled to the extreme. He leaned close to Sayero's neck and snorted almost threateningly: "I've grown up, Sayero, don't you want to get rid of me again."

The man under him was struggling violently like a fierce horse, the brute force almost knocked him to the ground, forcing him to ride on the opponent to suppress him.

Feeling that Sayero's hands and feet were gradually relaxing, he breathed a sigh of relief. Every muscle was tense due to excessive force. surged to the top of the head.

"Ho..."

Gasping weakly by the ears, he struggled to gather a vague syllable.

There was a surge of heat on his face, and Herlo immediately jumped off the stage.